today's drivel...

I have a yard but sometimes it has me and I don't groom well beyond a toss and a tuck because time consumption is more than the pursuit of being neat and tidy with regards to grass and weed. So my yard always looks nice but could look better. I think it looks nice enough. I wonder why I think about it at all except that it is a production in a process and with production comes productivity and out of that comes product. The quality of the product is the result of the craft. No one wants to buy just my yard though and who thought all of this shit up anyway?

 

I'm in a state of perpetual awe when it comes to the evolution and de-evolution of the human predicament, the collective swings toward movements and ideology, the leverages applied, and the reactions ranging from detached non-response to violent rage, collective revenge, and whatever results from spun polling. I'm not sure culture has that much relevance---context with regard to abundance seems to. We don't like when other people mess with our shit. A university in Oregon is gearing up for the soon inevitable water shortages and the reactions by desperate people toward who has what and how much they get. Tribal rights versus agricultural access is a starting point... then onto population explosions in arid areas and then there is the requirement of industry. They are training young people to be negotiators, liaisons, and arbitrators for when the emotions of economic survival take over reason. They are expecting a bad time of it. They are worried about anarchy and what the State will do to bring order if reason falls to the wayside.

 

Zimbabwe is a having a bad time of it today. Our little nun Sister Cathy is there and her faith keeps her there as she tries to save as many children as she can from earthly man-made devastations... mostly ones against each other. We hope she comes back in the fall and we can convince her of other agendas, ones that may keep her safe, even alive. We doubt it though. Little nuns are stubborn that way when it comes to the downtrodden.

 

I think summer is here.